Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1887-08-31

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1T was very terrible said Miss
Morrison, very terrible. But
never mind ] have tried to forget
Let u pasa twas bitterer injury than
you could dream Of" She stood up
and paced tho room. II wish you
would take mo to see your dressmaker,"
abe raid presently. "A widow with
many children, no doubks
@Widow? Yes; but only one child;
: little lame boy. Well 60 the first Of
the week"
.No," said Adelaide. impatiently,
snow, let N not put it of"
sBut, my dear, ! will il you insist
Well 80 this evening after dinner"
In the afterglow OF the same sunset
through which Adelaide Morrison had
gone home, man was staggering
blindly across another section Of the
town. His face was toward the East,
and his uncertain footsteps bore him
through streets OF sin and squAlor.
Sometimes he paused andtottered q il
ready to sink to the ground; then again
he seemed TO pluck new strength from
despair. His bloodshot eyes had the
look Of fever. His dishevelled hair had
here and there . streak Of gray. Yet
he was not old, nav with present
misery. His face was unshaven, and
he breathed with parched lips.
Al the afterglow turned to purple
haze he struggled ct last into q neigh
borhood near the eastern edge Of the
great island--s neighborhood whore
only at intervals one saw q house that
was not tenement: where children
swarmed upon the pavement and
shrieked aloud their pitiful emotions!
The neighborhood Of the slaves of the
world. Into this neighborhood the
man staggered to seek one door Of
many and to drag himself step by step
up barren stairways to q garnet yet
moro barren. Friendless, penniless,
hopeless! Run to the end Of his rope.
"Only to die" he moaned, as he fell
across his miserable bed. Where were
his former friends, the gay, the
careless? What would they do for him?
Who would stretch out q hand to save
him?
And then one word came huskily
from his parched throsd-the name Of
. woman-a soft, sweet name!
He lay there alone and unsuc-
cored, and darkness closed around
him. By and by, . long time after,
some one pushed the door aiar,
peered shyly into the gloom, and
turned away. with light, irregular foot
fall The little, lame child Of neigh
Dor had been the only M to think or
care.
Miss Morrison and her friend Nina,
were late in calling upon the Dress
maker. The poor woman WAS eating
her supper by lamplight in the swift
and greedy fashion Of her half-starved,
overworked kind. Her child sat oppo-
site her-s wan little elf with jetty
hair and unearthly eyes. He gazed
ct Adelaide Is though fasci-
nated-the spoon dropped from his
hand, his cup Of tea remained I'M
touched.
Miss Morrison spoke very gently:
my dear, how old are your"
Eight" said the child. Then, in
strange continuation, and quite as il
the artists dark, mild eyes had wrested
the confidence from him, "there's Q man
sick upstairs"
"A man that is sick, my dear?" Miss
Morrison repeated.
Il heard him groAn," said the child,
pausing, a. II to make sure Of the
word. land I looked in, but I couldn't
see-because it-was-so-dark."
Miss Morrison glanced ct the mother,
who nodded assent.
@It's true," she said, YEARLY. "God
knows Ms poor folks have our troubles.
He amt been long in the house, and
looks - though he'd lived better. I
met him on the stairs last night. He
came up groaning and didn't see me.
It's hard TO be sick and without friends
OF money"
II think" said Adelaide, slowly.
shat / should like to 60 and zee IL /
could do anything for him"
Her friend interposed.
"Oh. Adelaide, don't It might be
contagiousl"
A faint shade Of scorn came over
Miss Morrison's face. She arose quickly.
little boy" she said. will you
show me tho way?"
She borrowed . lamp Of the dress
maker, and the lame little child went
on before her. The door was still aiar.
They pushed il wider and entered.
She set the lamp upon the table.
She was cold from head to foot She
bade the child 60 down and finish his
supper; and when he had gone she
bent and touched the PROSTATE form,
laying her cool hand upon one that
burned with fever,and speaking quietly
one word:
SRonald!"
At the sound and the touch he
stirred and moaned aloud:
adelaide, Adelaide. only forgive!"
Her swift glance swept the room and
read its wretchedness. She could see
his past since they had parted-the
reckless, ~Suinous past that had stretched
him here and left him to his desth.
Evil companions and evil ways!
Where had he been, TO what had he
fallen aincs that dark morning in the
summer pasti And how strangely had
she been guided hitherl What might
il al portendf A frivolous friend, .
woman who toiled with needle, . little
lame childl And = voice crying al day
long IN her ears that Ronald Power was
In distressi
He stirred again and moaned her
name. Was he 20 very illf Would he
recover? II gave her . terrible pang
think that ha MIGHT not. And Al a